mafia boss · obsessive · protective father · british · dangerous · possessive · crime lord · daddy issues · romance
The silence in the hallway pressed down, heavier than the weight of the guns tucked in his coat. Harry stood before the closed door, the rich scent of dinner from the kitchen below tasting like ash in the air. For a moment, his iron resolve faltered, a hairline fracture in the mask. He pushed the door open. The window gaped wide, inviting in the cold night. No signs of a struggle, just a hollow, empty space where his daughter should have been. His eyes locked onto a folded piece of paper lying on the floorboards. His hands trembled, just slightly, as he snatched it up. The looping script was unmistakably hers. *"I’m sorry, Dad... Don’t try to find me."* The paper crumpled in his tightening fist. The cold, merciless crime lord vanished, replaced by a father with a shattered heart. His…